Just a headshaker story for you all. Was at the food bank and the lady in front of me was handed 10# of ground chuck from the freezer man. She looks at it and looks in the freezer and says, “Don’t you have any steak? I am picky about my meat.” And sure enough, the guy opens the door and hands her a package of three huge steaks. She turned to me and said, “You gotta know the ropes. Stores donate steaks so I ask for the steak.” There was a two-pack limit on the meat so after she got her steaks and a flank steak roast of some sort, she asks, “Can I have some ground beef, too?” The guy gave her back the 10# package. I stared in disbelief. The distributor guy said if someone asks they do not say no. Wow. Just wow. Also, this is in an urban area. Most were white. The freezer man told most there were in crisis, but he would see any of them very long as they would get jobs somehow and the steak lady was a lifer, as he described her. A lady said her husband starts a job next week and, “the kids are going to miss going back to the food they provide but it will be food from the sweat of daddy’s brow and that will go down better.” MichelleO would have been pleased as there was a ton of fresh produce and most were taking what was offered. Not the steak lady, though. It. Wasn’t. Fresh. Enough! (Oh, yes it was!)